M. Gustave: If this do be the end, "Farewell!" cried the wounded piper-boy...
[Jopling stomps]
M. Gustave: ...whilst the muskets cracked, and the yeomen roared "Hurrah", and the ramparts fell...
[Jopling stomps]
M. Gustave: "Methinks me breathes me last, me fears!" said he...
[Zero pushes Jopling from behind; Jopling falls screaming over M. Gustave's head]
M. Gustave: Holy shit, you got him!